Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Charles I, Louis XVI, and Nicholas II stood side by side in the void and waved at the Silver Dragon. Although the latter knew nothing about these three, she already understood what they had in common:
None of them had the headaches that plagued Nero, Alexander the Great, and Henry VIII.

The silver dragon's huge body was as powerless as fish on a chopping board in front of the power of Canglan's Grip. The broad sword blade easily cut through the silver dragon's skin, flesh and bones, splitting its head and body into two, as if this was its innate mission.

The blood of the real dragon soaked all over the barbarian's body, and the power of frost and acid blended and flowed on Sera's bruised flesh, but the person involved seemed to be unaware of it, and just smiled at the people who had regained their ability to move.

That was definitely not the smile of a lady. The barbarian's own blood mixed with the dragon's blood, dyeing the snow-white teeth into a deep red.

Behind her, the torso of the silver dragon finally fell into the dust with a loud bang and pierced through the second floor.

"Sera! I thought you were dead!" Driver sneezed out of the ruins and shouted to his old friend, "How did you escape from those monsters?!"

"I didn't escape, ugh." Sera spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at her companions with a half-smile. She reached out and stroked the sword in her hand, enjoying the feeling of blood and flesh flowing through her hand. "It's a pity that I got a bunch of black-hearted employers who won't let me die."

"No other way, let's just slay a dragon reluctantly!"

"You are such a jerk! You are so ungrateful!" Ivy scolded with a smile. The half-elf should be the one who landed most steadily when falling just now. "You should get at least half of the credit from us!"

“Of course, of course, this guy probably never thought until his death that the opponent he controlled couldn’t move a finger, but the dead man jumped out again!” Sera laughed and stretched out his hand to grab the silver dragon’s head, “I’m going to take this head back and use it as a wine jar!”

Unfortunately, the barbarian's idea did not come true. Just as she tried to grab the horns of the silver dragon's head, a cloud of black gas suddenly burst out from the dead dragon's cavity, wrapped the head and flew into the sky, escaping outside the building. In the black fog, there were pieces of ash runes floating, which seemed to be the source of the power of this change.

"If you beat the small one, the big one will come," Gillianis snorted. The silver dragon's innate power was a problem for her. The feeling of powerlessness just now made the moon elf quite dissatisfied. "The silver dragon should have hidden a part of the lich's power in its body. Now, it is ready to go back."

Everyone quickly left the crumbling building and ran towards the street outside. Sylvia's bright red chains outlined a large tower-like structure standing here. When the flying silver dragon's head stopped in mid-air, the body of the black dragon lich was finally outlined, facing the blood tower in the distance.

The skull-like black dragon's head poked out from the darkness, growling, while the silver dragon's head was fixed on its long neck as if it was stitched together.

This sense of stitching only lasted for a moment. When the silver dragon's head was placed in the dark eye sockets again, they had become one, as if the lich originally had two heads.

"It's crudely made, but the effect is amazing," Gillianis looked at this powerful enemy in doubt. "How did you manage to unleash the power of a silver dragon just by sewing up the head?"

"I'm afraid this is no longer as simple as blasphemy."

"It's just the preparation for becoming a god. Bahamut won't mind." The two heads of the lich spoke at the same time with a strange melody. "But you, Gillianis Galanold, I have heard of you more than once in the past few hundred years."

"You would have been a good partner. If you were willing to cooperate with me, I wouldn't mind handing over this technology to you. But unfortunately, you're so nosy." "Thank you for your kindness," the Moon Elf shrugged indifferently. "I'm just expressing my surprise out of courtesy. Don't be too proud. You can reproduce this technology with just one look. How difficult can it be?"

"Give up. From what I have observed, it is impossible for you to achieve what you want. You should cut your losses in time."

"Stop loss..." The Black Dragon Lich laughed softly, "What a pity! If you were born a few centuries earlier, I might have listened to you, but now..."

"Come on! Let me see what you have to fight me - on my land! Roar!"

Ash runes outlined hundreds of magic circles in the air, and a large number of spells poured down, bombarding the people on the ground. The lich itself chanted its own special magic in the midst of it. Ordinary arcane and divine spells were completely ineffective in front of it, and physical attacks were like scratching an itch through a shoe - a dragon usually has a huge inventory of magic props, and a dragon lich will only have more than that!

Whether it was the Grasp of the Blue Waves, the Blazing Sword, or the special arrows of Driver and Roan, they were all like toys and had no effect in front of the lich, but every dive, every sweep and claw attack was like a landslide. "It's time to end!" The black dragon lich roared, and a ball of dark energy thicker than Roan's waist condensed at the front of its black dragon's head, turning into a spell far more powerful than that cast by ordinary creatures.

"Law: Death!"

"Command!" The Moon Elf and Ron also completed their respective spells. The flow of energy in the entire space became violent due to the stimulation of the three top arcane spells, ruthlessly tearing every creature apart. Victoria and Sylvia could only hold up the barrier as much as possible to protect their companions and could not intervene in such a magical bombardment.

The three-colored devil flames burned everything, and the ashes would inevitably return to nothingness. When the smoke cleared, no participant could save themselves.

The armor on Ron's arm was fully activated, covering most of his body. He estimated that it might remain in this state in the future - the flesh and blood inside had been mostly evaporated, and Victoria probably couldn't heal this level of damage now.

Gillianis's situation was even worse. Her arm armor was just an arm armor. Her only remaining lake blue eye was still beautiful, but she couldn't find another one to match it. Opposite them, the black dragon lich fell to the dust. The thin layer of flesh around his horns and cheekbones disappeared, revealing his white bones.

only……

"This is my land. You can't defeat me," the lich hissed. Its body was repairing every damaged part quickly. "You are just mortals. Mortals can't kill me!"

"Mortals may not be able to do this, but what about us?"

Space cracks seemed to be opened at random, and one after another tall and majestic figures similar to those described in the Bibles of various sects walked out of them, overlooking the tiny black dragon lich.

"Skeedlianm'el'Aruun, your folly and delusion have brought too much misery, and your cruelty has come to an end. In the past, we could not find your trace, but now, Heaven will not tolerate your continued existence."

Ernest the Ender, the Lord of the Dead, appeared here in the form that Ron had seen before, and read out the decision of the gods: "Your evil will end here." (End of this chapter)